Oh yeah, he definitely didn't look like any kind of zombie. Just a guy who seemed a little bit like he wanted to be a doctor on television or was amping up with a really mediocre Halloween costume. Then again, if Richie was a doctor he'd probably wear the coat all the time too. There was probably a sense of pride in it. Or some A game flirting which had been something that Richie had pretty much missed out on in his career. Not because there wasn't flirting in comedy, but because he'd been too chicken shit to come on to who he'd wanted, at the time.
God, he'd wasted so many years not making jokes about fisting mics.
"Oh, Brit-ish," Richie said and yeah he absolutely did an accent too because -- well. Richie Tozier didn't shy away from Voices, even if he'd gotten so much better at it than he'd been as a child. Eddie'd hated the British Guy Voice back then. "Pip pip, then. A lager over tea. But --er, no. I like bourbon actually. If you're buying, I'll take top shelf." Extra funny because he also knew it was free. And because he slipped behind the bar himself in order to reach the bottle.
"Hey, thanks for showing up. I bet I made it weird."